[𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍-𝐎𝐅𝐅]
Drug cases have spread around the city of Chicago like wildfire, and Mavis Loman has been tasked with finding the root of it all. However, there is just one man who knows the ins and outs of every crime as if he w...
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Friday, August 25th
Now that the two husbands are on their honeymoon in Japan, I'm stuck taking over things in Chicago. Though Dawson knows I never want the position of a leader, he entrusted me with the Vipers while he is away. I won't let him down, of course.
Since Mavis and Eros discovered that the victim was under the influence of drugs from a company called Conexico, we've been investigating them for the past few days. And now, we've gathered in the apartment that I live in with Finn.
I don't trust a single thing that has to do with Eros Montell, but Dawson has decided that he is useful to us, and I trust his judgment. However, that doesn't mean I tolerate him.
Eros always has this odd look in his eye. I shouldn't be one to talk about being crazy, but this man is closer to that line than I. As we're all in a room together, he doesn't talk much, and only observes. It's almost like he's just watching our faces, especially Mavis'. You can never tell what he's thinking. And that callous demeanor of his tells me he's a lot more dangerous than we'd expect.
"I'm sure that Mavis has told you about Conexico by now?" Eros starts, leaning against the archway of the living room.
The rest of us are seated, whether that be in a chair or on the couch. But he feels the need to stand as if he were superior.
"That's correct," I confirm.
"In a few days, Conexico is holding a gala for its sponsors. I was invited to spectate as a journalist." He crosses his arms. "I believe this is our chance to get some more information."
Finn, who is on the couch next to me, leans forward. "How so?"
Eros walks over to the coffee table and picks up an iPad. He taps a few buttons before turning it around for the rest of us to see.
"This is Louis Allaire, the chairman of Conexico," he says. "I've met with him a few times for some court cases."
It shows an older man with slicked back hair, and a chevron mustache. He looks like someone who comes from old money.
"And this-" Eros swipes his finger across the screen to the next picture. "Is his son, Antoine Allaire."
Mavis squints to see the screen. "His son is young, no?"
"He's only thirty-two." Eros shuts off the iPad and sets it back down. "And he's also how we're going to get the information we need, but..."
"What?" Mavis asks when Eros trails off.
"Someone isn't going to like my idea." Eros' eyes pan over to me.
I raise my eyebrows, curious as to what he means by that. Mavis tilts her head silently, and Eros presses his lips together before taking a deep breath.
